NOTES: Remember last chapter when I said I'd be back and that I'd update once a week. WELL, that obviously didn't happen. My apologies. Hello to all of the new people! Basically what happened was I got a job and was working six days a week with 8 to 9 hour shifts and I didn't have time to do anything I wanted. But now I only work 5 days and I asked for my hours to be cut down. Thank you for your patience! I'll update as best I can but I'm making no promises! Sorry it's kinda short. I guess a short update is better than no update.

Chapter Twenty

The fact that Jamie's mom believed now was great. But it didn't really solve anything. The main goal was to find and deal with Pitch. Jamie just wanted to know that his mother was doing okay. Yet, at this current moment, his mother looked like she was about to explode from all of her happy tears.

"Don't you ever worry me like that again!" she demanded, pulling her son into a big hug, squeezing him tightly.

"S-Sorry!" he stuttered, feeling bad for worrying her.

"How did you do that? With all of the snow?" his mom gasped, noticing it was all gone now.

"Jack Frost," Jamie stated.

"Oh haha very funny."

Jamie rose a brow, realizing that his mom was probably never going to believe in Jack Frost, which was ridiculous after what they just pulled. He looked back at Jack, noticing that he didn't seem to be phased.

"Don't worry about it," Jack said. "I'm use to it."

Jamie's eyes saddened at those last words. To be use to something so painful was the worst thing he had ever heard of. He then looked back at his mother, who was eyeing him curiously.

"Mom, I really only came to show you that I was okay," he began. "This probably sounds crazy, but I'm not technically living. So I won't age anymore, and I'll just look like this forever. But it's okay!"

His mom started to cry again. "What?"

"Yeah I know... But I'll visit as often as I can, I swear!"

"Are you messing with my head?" she demanded.

"No, mom. You know I'd never do that!" he gasped.

"Am I hallucinating right now? Are you even real?" she asked, her voice getting louder.

"Of course I'm real!" Jamie gasped, fear rising in him.

His heartbeat quickened and it sounded like it was echoing throughout the entire house. Jack darted his eyes around the room, like he noticed something was going on. Suddenly, the power went out and it sounded like something was cracking.

Jack gasped. "Get down!" he yelled.

Jamie didn't hesitate as he grabbed his mom and brought her to the ground, shielding her with his body. He wasn't for sure at first why he was told to get down, but soon he understand as the windows shattered into pieces, glass flying everywhere.

"I promise I'm real," he whispered to his mom, staring at down at her. "And I need you to trust me right now. Take Sophie and run."

She shook her head and darted for the room Sophie went too. He heard them bickering for a second, Sophie not wanting to leave, but she convinced her daughter and he heard a door slam.

Jamie looked around, trying to spot Jack. Once his eyes spotted his white haired boyfriend, he saw he had his held up and aimed at a completely black horse. It neighed loudly, sounding like terrifying screams. The horse rose up and was getting ready to kick Jack. The guardian of fun was trying to use his staff, but it still wasn't working.

Jamie knew that if he didn't do something quickly then Jack was going to get hoofed. He pleaded and pleaded in his head for the man in moon to talk to him, but he knew that wasn't going to work. He shut his eyes tightly when he felt something had appeared in his hands. He quickly opened his eyes to only see a bow and arrow.

"What? I have no idea how to use these!" he groaned, staring up at the ceiling like he was cursing the moon man.

Yet, he knew he had no other choice but to do his best. He placed the one golden arrow across the bow and connected it with the string. He pulled back slowly, aiming at the horse, hoping that he was actually aiming at the horse, and let go. The arrow flew and it looked like it was going for Jack.

"Agh! No! The horse!" he yelled at the arrow. Suddenly, the arrow swerved, like magic, and headed in the direction of the horse, striking it right in the neck. The horse poofed into nothing but black dust and vanished. His only arrow was gone as well.

"Holy dang," Jack whispered, running his hands down his face. "Did you see that? Did you see what you just did? Woah!"

Jack was getting very excited and jumping around at what just happened. Jamie didn't really get it himself so he just nodded, his eyes wide with shock.

"Why was that thing even here? It destroyed the house!"

"Well we can always fix the house," Jack began. "But it was here because it sensed fear."

"Fear? Fear of what? I wasn't scared!"

"Yes you were. You thought your mom was going to think you weren't real, just a hallucination. It freaked you out. I understand."

Jamie was going to respond but he couldn't think of anything to say so he kept his mouth shut. He noticed the power was still out and he moved his gaze to the broken windows. Gray clouds were rolling in and the power on the streets was out as well.

"Pitch is coming," Jack whispered. "This is our chance to deal with him properly. I'll contact everyone else."

Jack used his hands and formed a hawk made of ice and snow, signaling it to fly to the others. The bird flew faster than any bird Jamie had ever seen before, disappearing in a blink of an eye. Jack then grabbed Jamie's hand and lead him outside. They noticed that nobody was outside and it seemed quiet, too quiet. The two of them wandered the streets until they got to the circle. Right to the place where Jamie had lost his tooth on the crazy couch ride Jack conjured up.

The two of them searched the area with their eyes when suddenly a tall dark figure was standing right in front of Jack.

"Boo!" he chuckled, pushing Jack out of the way and marching up to Jamie.

"I was shocked when you and that blasted fairy escaped, but destroying one of my own horses? Impressive."

"Get away from him!" Jack yelled, standing up from the place where he had been pushed down.

Pitch held up his index finger to Jack, signaling for him to hold on. This only made Jack look mad. His brows furrowed and he marched for the boogeyman.

"I beg your pardon?" Jack demanded, holding up his staff to him.

Pitch took his long finger and moved the staff away from his face.

"Oh, Jack Frost, you know that won't do a thing," Pitch said with the most disgusting laugh Jamie had ever heard in his entire life. "As long as my curse is on it, you're stuck with a worthless stick."

Jamie had enough. When Pitch wasn't looking, he rose up his fist and punched him square in the jaw.

"You shut your mouth."